Feet of Desire

Riya was having a meal with her friend, Sophia. The women were laughing and having a good time. Sophia dropped her handkerchief, and a waiter, named Rohan, grabbed it for her. Before he stood back up, his eyes fell on Sophia’s shoes and froze.

Rohan: Ma’am, are those the latest Gucci?

Sophia: Yes, it is. Good guess.

Rohan: It was no guess, madam. You could say women’s shoes are my passion. Thank you, miss. You have made my day.

He walked away, and Riya asked Sophia what that was all about. Sophia dismissed it by saying that Rohan probably had a shoe fetish.

Riya: So he’s some kind of pervert?

Sophia: What? No! Some people just like feet. Doesn’t Karan like your feet?

Riya: Oh please, he says my feet stink.

Sophia: Well then, I have a story for you.

Sophia began talking about her foot pain when she went to meet a doctor, named Dr. Kumar. He had walked in and taken off her shoes to press her feet. But before she knew it, Dr. Kumar had pulled out his cock and put it between her wet toes.

She then grabbed his cock and ran her feet back and forth on his throbbing cock until he came. After he was done, he handed her a prescription for insoles that would fix her feet and let her go.

Riya was shocked and amused by the story. “Only you, Sophia, could turn a visit to the doctor into a sexual encounter,” she said, laughing. Sophia grinned mischievously, clearly pleased with herself.

As they continued their meal, Rohan would occasionally stop by their table to refill their drinks or ask how their meal was. Each time, he would steal a glance at Sophia’s feet, and Riya would tease her about having a new admirer.

After they finished their meal, Rohan approached them again. “Ma’am, I hope you had a wonderful dinner,” he said, his eyes locked on Sophia’s shoes. “If I might be so bold, would you like to meet me after my shift? I have a collection of shoes that I think you might appreciate.”

Sophia raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “What kind of shoes?” she asked, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. Rohan leaned in, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. “I have a vast collection of high-end shoes, including some rare and exotic designs. I think you might find them… fascinating.”

Riya, sensing an opportunity for mischief, chimed in. “Oh, Sophia, you have to go. It’ll be fun, I promise.” Sophia looked at Riya, then back at Rohan. “Okay, fine. But if this is some kind of weird shoe fetish thing, I’m out of there.”

Rohan’s face lit up with excitement. “I promise you, ma’am, it will be worth your while. I’ll meet you outside at 10 pm?” Sophia nodded, and Rohan walked off, whistling a happy tune.

As they left the restaurant, Riya turned to Sophia and said, “You know, this could be interesting. Who knows what kind of shoe collection he has?” Sophia grinned, a sly look in her eye. “I have a feeling this is going to be a night to remember.”

The two women decided to meet Rohan at 10 pm, curious about what the night might hold. As they waited outside, Rohan appeared, dressed in a sleek black outfit and carrying a large bag. “Ladies, I’m so glad you could make it,” he said, his eyes shining with excitement. “Follow me, and I’ll show you my collection.”

He led them to a nearby warehouse, where he unlocked the door and gestured for them to enter. Inside, they found themselves surrounded by rows and rows of shelves, each one filled with shoes of every imaginable style and design. Sophia gasped in amazement, her eyes scanning the shelves. “This is incredible,” she breathed.

Rohan smiled, pleased with himself. “I’m glad you like it,” he said. “I’ve spent years collecting these shoes. Each one is a work of art, a masterpiece of design and craftsmanship.”

As they explored the warehouse, Riya and Sophia couldn’t help but be impressed by Rohan’s collection. They tried on shoes, admired the designs, and listened as Rohan told them stories about each pair. It was clear that he was passionate about shoes, and his enthusiasm was infectious.

As the night wore on, Sophia found herself becoming more and more attracted to Rohan. She couldn’t deny the spark of chemistry between them, and she found herself wondering what it would be like to be with him.

Riya, sensing the tension between Sophia and Rohan, decided to take matters into her own hands. “You know, Sophia, I think I’m going to leave you two alone for a bit,” she said, smiling mischievously. “I have a feeling you might need some time to… discuss the shoes.”

Sophia raised an eyebrow, but Rohan just grinned. “I think that can be arranged,” he said, his eyes locked on Sophia’s.

As Riya left the warehouse, Sophia and Rohan were left alone, surrounded by the shoes. The air was charged with tension, and Sophia knew that she had a decision to make. Would she give in to her desires and see where the night might lead, or would she play it safe and leave? The choice was hers, and hers alone.